Dream of Mom
I'm at my dads house in Littleton, MA. This morning Z woke up at 5:50am. TOO EARLY. He went downstairs and I sort of dozed for another hour, during which time I had a very intense dream about my mom. Those of you who've followed me for a while know that she died 13 years ago. It don't often dream about her but I certainly feel her presense around me all the time while I'm awake!
In my dream I was lying in my bed, which I actually was doing in real life, too. I was looking out through my door and I saw mom and me walking in the hallway. We both had on purple shirts that weren't matching but were similar in color. I looked at us (from my dream and bed) and thought, "Oh my god, what if this isn't a dream? What if she really is alive, and I've been dreaming all of this for so long? Then I started to cry. Sob actually. I sobbed in my dream because I missed her so much and it was so nice to see her there with me.
I miss her. It was so nice to see her. I'm trying not to cry even writing this but the tears are rolling down my cheeks and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Turns out the past 13 years haven't been a dream. I've very much lived them... And today, for a split second, I forgot that.
Thank you for visiting mom.